Twilight deepens
Lamps flicker on
To light the homes withing
Mothers read to their children
Tuck them in
Watch them with loving eyes
All is peaceful
In the morning
The sun shines
On a blackened wasteland
No longer a beautiful, little town
Now just another stop
On the path of destruction
There are many like this
Many places destroyed, abandoned
Covered in the sands of time
The dust of ages
Yet never forgotten
Forever standing a testimony
To what some call power
Ohters call horror
Then, there are those places
Still standing
Full of life
And hope
Showing to one
And to all
That we will survive
That although
We have tried very hard to
Ruin this home of ours
We will endure
We will see
The destruction we have caused
And will look at the blackened shells
Of the homes of many
Not as a sign
Of bitter hopelessness
But as a chance to learn
YOU ARE READING
Me, Myself, and Everybody Else
PoésieIt's just poetry. How much description can it need?